03/11/13

A Little Man

I once knew a little man
who kept at a job he did not understand

and day after day
he’d go to work and he’d say:
today I’ll learn who I am

but Monday came
and then it went
and Tuesday came
but it too was spent
As Wednesday and Thursday
and even Friday, sitting
in a confused lament

so week after week
his office chair squeaked
until finally he made up his mind
he’d quit, he decided, and just in time
for that very night he died in his sleep